It is
No longer
Up to me
It’s so
Far out
Of my hands
Now
I only hope
For a sturdy rope
And that,
One day,
You’ll understand
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It is
No longer
Up to me
It’s so
Far out
Of my hands
Now
I only hope
For a sturdy rope
And that,
One day,
You’ll understand
You thought
You’d stop
Didn’t you?
And you’d never
Touch me again
That you wouldn’t
Need knives
Or razor blades
To cope
With all your pain
Yet here you are
With scissors
Poised to plunge
Into your skin
What a stupid bitch
To think you could switch
And that I
Would never win
No one cares
In the end
Not even family
Or your friends
Has it ever occured to you
He said
That the source of your discord
Is your inability
To end the hostility
By changing the fucking record?
‘My Only Friend, The End…’
We
mustn’t
ever
forget
She
said
That
the
worst
is yet
to come
How
bloody
long
exactly
He
said
Do you
plan to
bang
that
drum?
(Originally Posted 11.01.2021)
If some of my poems
Are humorous
Albeit
A little dark
This one
Is deadly serious
And not just
A flippant remark
Hanging Around
I know it’s there
In the shed
Waiting for when
I choose death instead
(Originally Posted 23.12.2020)
Where is it you’re going
He asked
To the mountains
She replied
I need the peace and quiet
She said
To get through the day he died
This Next Wee While
If you
notice
that I’ve
gone
There is
no need
to worry
Sometimes
I have
to run
away
From
situations
in a hurry
But
do not
doubt my
return
Please,
fret
ye not
I will
be back
very
soon
To
fully
reclaim
my
spot
(Originally Posted 30.11.2019)
I’ve never been one
For writing pretty
As you can probably tell
From this little ditty
Rhubarb
Searching
for
light
Raised
in
darkness
Our
numbers
grow
Despite
the
sparseness
(Originally Posted 22.11.2019)
Things were so hard
For me back then
Every day
My outlook was bleak
And though the worst has passed
I still feel downcast
For at least
One day each week
Not Today
No-one can shield me,
from this pain within.
Nothing can soothe me,
now the rot has set in.
(Originally Posted 24.07.2019)
Sometimes I
Have nothing to add
No further words
Or updates
This is one
Of those times,
I think,
As when I read this
My heart breaks
Leftovers
A weak and weary
confused mind
An empty and
hollow heart
As bleak as it is,
it is all I have
As my life has
fallen apart
(Originally Posted 13.07.2019)
Every twist and turn
Each up and down
All tell a different story
There really is nothing
To rival these roads
In all their majestic glory
The idea really
Was never
For you to just come
And go
It was more to ensure
You could open the door
To remove my head
From inside the stove
As I sit here alone
And my tears glisten
I just wish I knew
Someone who’d listen
There wouldn’t be any problem
If I didn’t wake up tomorrow
At least I wouldn’t be in pain
Or suffocating in this sorrow
Why is everything so fucking bleak with you
He said
Why can’t you just stop moping around
For my melancholy is lifelong
She said
And no cure can be found
I’m not sure anyone cares
Let alone if anyone reads
Surely there’s better things to do
Than to wade between my weeds
With my self care
On the floor
The noose tightens
That little bit more
My heart
belongs
to the
Highlands
Of
that
there
is no
doubt
I
pray
for
the
day
I
drive
all
that
way
And my
heart
just
gives
out
I know it’s there
In the shed
Waiting for when
I choose death instead
As my life passes me by
I lose the will to even try
So I raise my hands to the sky
And scream why me, you arsehole, why?
I really
cannot
wait to
driveAll
along
that
rugged
coastTo
settle
in those
mountainsAnd
mourn
who
I miss
the mostXxx
Pull down the stars
Put out the sun
I’ve had enough
You have won
Is
that
all
there
isFeeling
like
this
forever?Then
I’ll
just
bow
out
nowAnd
live
without
the
pressure
I
shouldn’t
need to
tell you
againYou
must
already
knowI
don’t
want to
be here
anymorePlease
just
let me
go
Full
of
holes
As
it
rocks
Against
the
shoals
What do I do
Now all hope is gone
And I am left here
On my own
Somehow still alive
But gasping for air
Unable to thrive
Yet unwilling to care
I’m
going
back
to bed
It’s
not
worth
staying
awake
From
these
thoughts
in my
head
I need a
fucking
break
Time
drags
on
With
impending
doom
As I
search for
a way
Out
of the
gloom
Still
here
tryingYet
always
cryingMind
constantly
vyingBetween
living
and dying
Hope.
The
ultimate
disappointment.
It can
be a
hard
lesson
to learnWhen
you’re
at the
point of
no returnThat
nobody
actually
gives
a shitWhether
you decide
to stay
or to
end it
Go on,
Keep crying.
It changes nothing.
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